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Caerlon
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Caerlon: It will be the cruise of a lifetime for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies!The "e Lucky Twelve"e contest has commanded more interest than the latest five presidential scandals combined. But ex-Marine Mitch O`Neill doesn`t believe he was randomly selected to hobnob with the world`s obscenely rich and shamelessEspecially when he discovers that his beautiful, treacherous ex-lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond, is aboard the gigantic "e Fairy Princess"e cruise ship.He`s never forgotten, or forgiven, her heartless betrayal seven years ago.Who is trying to reunite themand why ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer`s, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered.And her hairsatiny rippling waves as tawny as a lioness. Just the thought of burying his hands in it made his muscles tighten with savage need."e Don`t you make a charming picture!"e Every nerve in Gwen`s body went on instant alert as she whipped around, hardly daring to breathe. "e Mitch "e His name emerged as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper."e Don`t act so surprised."e Sneering, he emerged from the shadows, and balanced his long frame against the doorframe to keep it from tipping drunkenly back and forth. "e You know very well your loving husband arranged for me to keep you company on this delightful little pleasure cruise!"e Or was it you "e His eyes narrowed suddenly as stunned heat flushed her pale cheeks. "e By God, it was, wasn`t it You arranged to have me here! He doesn`t have a clue what you did!"e The blank shock on her face was too real to be contrived, but ripe fury was overwhelming his common sense. All the long-suppressed anger and betrayal was churning in his gut, bubbling over, finding a handy and oh-so-perfect target. Nothing else mattered but letting it spew out in a hot, vicious torrent."e What`s the matter, sweetheart "e He took an unsteady step forward, and clenched his big fists. "e Finally tired of your feeble old charity case Isn`t he man enough to satisfy your needs "e His arms shot out to block her escape, and he deliberately loomed over her, forcing her to cringe against the sturdy wall."e You`re insane!"e Her voice shook as she punched both fists against his wide chest. It was like hitting a granite boulder. "e Mitch, let me go!"e Rising panic made her voice shrill as he crushed her between his muscular body and the wall. Every nerve began to scream warnings as she felt his unbridled rageand God help her, his fierce arousal.This wasn`t the Mitch O`Neill she`d worshiped, the consummate lover she still dreamed about every night! This man was a terrifying stranger bent on destroying her!His mouth descended on hers, choking off her frightened cry. So familiar, and yet not And even so, some insane part of her own mind arched into the savage kiss with a wild passion she hadn`t even known she possessed.But then something snapped. Just as he`d taught her all those years ago, she twisted slightly to one side, then brought her knee up with explosive force.He was drunk-but no man alive could be drunk enough to ignore that visceral agony!The air exploded from his lungs, and he staggered back a pace. That was all the room she needed. Snarling, she brought her knee up again and felt it connect a second time, squarely on target. Then when his long body folded like a snapped twig, she clenched both fists together and swung them, like an iron mace, at his unprotected throat."e And you taught me never to lower my guard!"e Panting, she glared down at his writhing frame. Serve him right if he walked funny for a whole month!"e Gwen"e His contorted face was a sickly green. "e Jesus, Gwen!"e "e You deserved it!"e Vigorously she wiped a hand across her mouth. "e Remember that the next time you get stinking drunk, you two-timing bastard!"e, Englisch, Ebook.
Caerlon: It will be the cruise of a lifetime for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies!The "e Lucky Twelve"e contest has commanded more interest than the latest five presidential scandals combined. But ex-Marine Mitch O`Neill doesn`t believe he was randomly selected to hobnob with the world`s obscenely rich and shamelessEspecially when he discovers that his beautiful, treacherous ex-lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond, is aboard the gigantic "e Fairy Princess"e cruise ship.He`s never forgotten, or forgiven, her heartless betrayal seven years ago.Who is trying to reunite themand why ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer`s, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered.And her hairsatiny rippling waves as tawny as a lioness. Just the thought of burying his hands in it made his muscles tighten with savage need."e Don`t you make a charming picture!"e Every nerve in Gwen`s body went on instant alert as she whipped around, hardly daring to breathe. "e Mitch "e His name emerged as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper."e Don`t act so surprised."e Sneering, he emerged from the shadows, and balanced his long frame against the doorframe to keep it from tipping drunkenly back and forth. "e You know very well your loving husband arranged for me to keep you company on this delightful little pleasure cruise!"e Or was it you "e His eyes narrowed suddenly as stunned heat flushed her pale cheeks. "e By God, it was, wasn`t it You arranged to have me here! He doesn`t have a clue what you did!"e The blank shock on her face was too real to be contrived, but ripe fury was overwhelming his common sense. All the long-suppressed anger and betrayal was churning in his gut, bubbling over, finding a handy and oh-so-perfect target. Nothing else mattered but letting it spew out in a hot, vicious torrent."e What`s the matter, sweetheart "e He took an unsteady step forward, and clenched his big fists. "e Finally tired of your feeble old charity case Isn`t he man enough to satisfy your needs "e His arms shot out to block her escape, and he deliberately loomed over her, forcing her to cringe against the sturdy wall."e You`re insane!"e Her voice shook as she punched both fists against his wide chest. It was like hitting a granite boulder. "e Mitch, let me go!"e Rising panic made her voice shrill as he crushed her between his muscular body and the wall. Every nerve began to scream warnings as she felt his unbridled rageand God help her, his fierce arousal.This wasn`t the Mitch O`Neill she`d worshiped, the consummate lover she still dreamed about every night! This man was a terrifying stranger bent on destroying her!His mouth descended on hers, choking off her frightened cry. So familiar, and yet not And even so, some insane part of her own mind arched into the savage kiss with a wild passion she hadn`t even known she possessed.But then something snapped. Just as he`d taught her all those years ago, she twisted slightly to one side, then brought her knee up with explosive force.He was drunk-but no man alive could be drunk enough to ignore that visceral agony!The air exploded from his lungs, and he staggered back a pace. That was all the room she needed. Snarling, she brought her knee up again and felt it connect a second time, squarely on target. Then when his long body folded like a snapped twig, she clenched both fists together and swung them, like an iron mace, at his unprotected throat."e And you taught me never to lower my guard!"e Panting, she glared down at his writhing frame. Serve him right if he walked funny for a whole month!"e Gwen"e His contorted face was a sickly green. "e Jesus, Gwen!"e "e You deserved it!"e Vigorously she wiped a hand across her mouth. "e Remember that the next time you get stinking drunk, you two-timing bastard!"e, Englisch, Ebook.
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Caerlon (2015)
EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781466009646 bzw. 1466009640, in Englisch, Boruma Publishing, Boruma Publishing, Boruma Publishing, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Lieferung aus: Frankreich, in-stock.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. When the luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner begins its historic two-year cruise, it will zigzag across the entire world. The massive undertaking will make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan's Island. As a bonus, twelve elegant staterooms have been reserved for twelve random couples to hobnob with the world's obscenely rich and shameless. The "Lucky Twelve" contest has commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O'Neill can't believe he was randomly chosen. Things like that just don't happen to him! Then he learns that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage is none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond…and he's sure someone has deliberately arranged for him to be aboard. Seven years ago, Gwen vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly forty years her senior. Mitch has never forgotten or forgiven her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why? Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own-and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear! ==>== God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Hadn't gained an ounce in the past seven years, either. Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer's, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered. "Don't you make a charming picture!" Gwen was languidly brushing a long-haired pup when his bitter words rang out of the darkness. The brush fell from her numb fingers as she whipped around, hardly daring to breathe. "Mitch?" His name emerged as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper. "Don't act so surprised." Sneer.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. When the luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner begins its historic two-year cruise, it will zigzag across the entire world. The massive undertaking will make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan's Island. As a bonus, twelve elegant staterooms have been reserved for twelve random couples to hobnob with the world's obscenely rich and shameless. The "Lucky Twelve" contest has commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O'Neill can't believe he was randomly chosen. Things like that just don't happen to him! Then he learns that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage is none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond…and he's sure someone has deliberately arranged for him to be aboard. Seven years ago, Gwen vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly forty years her senior. Mitch has never forgotten or forgiven her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why? Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own-and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear! ==>== God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Hadn't gained an ounce in the past seven years, either. Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer's, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered. "Don't you make a charming picture!" Gwen was languidly brushing a long-haired pup when his bitter words rang out of the darkness. The brush fell from her numb fingers as she whipped around, hardly daring to breathe. "Mitch?" His name emerged as a hoarse, disbelieving whisper. "Don't act so surprised." Sneer.
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Caerlon
EN NWISBN: 9781523463732 bzw. 1523463732, in Englisch, Createspace Independent Publishing Platform, neu.
Lieferung aus: Vereinigtes Königreich Großbritannien und Nordirland, in-stock.
It s a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. When the luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner begins its historic two-year cruise, it will zigzag across the entire world. The massive undertaking will make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan s Island. As a bonus, elegant staterooms have been reserved for twelve random couples to hobnob with the world s obscenely rich and shameless. The Lucky Twelve contest has commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O Neill can t believe he was randomly chosen. Things like that just don t happen to him! Then he learns that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage is none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond and he s sure someone has deliberately arranged for him to be aboard. Seven years ago, Gwen vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly forty years her senior. Mitch has never forgotten or forgiven her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why? Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear! ~ Excerpt ~ God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Hadn t gained an ounce in the past seven years, either. Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer s, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered. And her hair satiny rippling waves as tawny as a lioness. Just the thought of burying his hands in all that rich silky hair made his muscles tighten with savage need. Don t you make a charming picture! Gwen was languidly brushing a long-haired pup when his bitter words rang out.
It s a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. When the luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner begins its historic two-year cruise, it will zigzag across the entire world. The massive undertaking will make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan s Island. As a bonus, elegant staterooms have been reserved for twelve random couples to hobnob with the world s obscenely rich and shameless. The Lucky Twelve contest has commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O Neill can t believe he was randomly chosen. Things like that just don t happen to him! Then he learns that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage is none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond and he s sure someone has deliberately arranged for him to be aboard. Seven years ago, Gwen vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly forty years her senior. Mitch has never forgotten or forgiven her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why? Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear! ~ Excerpt ~ God, she looked adorable in that skintight butter-yellow swimsuit and those tight white shorts! Hadn t gained an ounce in the past seven years, either. Lush curves in all the right places, long legs like a dancer s, creamy ivory skin with just a hint of amber freckles across her nose and shoulder blades. His mouth watered. And her hair satiny rippling waves as tawny as a lioness. Just the thought of burying his hands in all that rich silky hair made his muscles tighten with savage need. Don t you make a charming picture! Gwen was languidly brushing a long-haired pup when his bitter words rang out.
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Caerlon (2011)
EN NW EB DLISBN: 9781466009646 bzw. 1466009640, in Englisch, Smashwords Edition, Smashwords Edition, Smashwords Edition, neu, E-Book, elektronischer Download.
Lieferung aus: Frankreich, in-stock.
It was the cruise of the century-a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. The luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner would zigzag all across the planet, stopping at every exotic port and island and country. Few would be fortunate enough to afford more than a month's travel-but the entire two-year trip was booked solid. It was an undertaking that would make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan's Island. And then the impossible brass ring-twelve elegant staterooms had been reserved for twelve lucky random couples, to hobnob with the world's obscenely rich and shameless. The "Lucky Twelve" contest had commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O'Neill couldn't believe that he'd been randomly chosen. Things like that just didn't happen to him! Then he discovered that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage was none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond. and he was sure that someone had deliberately arranged for him to be on board. Seven years ago, Gwen had vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly 40 years her senior. Mitch had never forgotten, or forgiven, her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why?Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself unwillingly drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own-and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear!
It was the cruise of the century-a once-in-a-lifetime extravaganza for those rich enough to indulge their wildest fantasies. The luxurious new Fairy Princess ocean liner would zigzag all across the planet, stopping at every exotic port and island and country. Few would be fortunate enough to afford more than a month's travel-but the entire two-year trip was booked solid. It was an undertaking that would make the legendary Titanic look like a rerun of Gilligan's Island. And then the impossible brass ring-twelve elegant staterooms had been reserved for twelve lucky random couples, to hobnob with the world's obscenely rich and shameless. The "Lucky Twelve" contest had commanded more media attention than the latest five presidential scandals combined. Ex-Marine Mitch O'Neill couldn't believe that he'd been randomly chosen. Things like that just didn't happen to him! Then he discovered that the elegant young woman in charge of the grand voyage was none other than his estranged lover, Lady Guenevere Thurmond. and he was sure that someone had deliberately arranged for him to be on board. Seven years ago, Gwen had vanished without a trace, only to explode into the media spotlight by marrying Lord Winston Thurmond, a British lord nearly 40 years her senior. Mitch had never forgotten, or forgiven, her heartless betrayal. Who could possibly want to reunite them? And why?Against his better judgment, Mitch finds himself unwillingly drawn to Gwen again. But Gwen is hiding a tragic secret of her own-and revealing it could cost her everything, and everyone, she holds dear!
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